An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

they had surpassed

duty to see this though to the

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and get their face masks…" Sherlock said

he was the shortest among them, but he chose to ignore the fact and hoped everyone also did the

one brought

level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled

stronger, obviously."

the air, so there was really

went out and said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that,

given the limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that

some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of

to enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale operation like a Raid or

absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more

buy those items—whether it be Potions or

peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons…

behind us. It should be the

the strong, everyone cast their gaze on

now, he held his briefcase like a traveling businessman, and he gave off

importantly, he had remained quiet for most of

Until now.

glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single

ahead, at the massive

or weak. If we don't focus

had a grim tone attached to them as he spoke the grim

were cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as

strong or

a result, the hubris of the strong was something that

unknown creatures that

as they could not